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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.

This story contains sex between a woman and her best friend.

This story is a slightly embellished account of a true
experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I
am always looking for more true experiences from others to write
about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with
first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance,
and trib.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful,
erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free
to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com

Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001

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"MAID OF HONOR"
by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F TRIB 1st


Kelly was getting married! I sat there staring at my best friend
in disbelief. I guess I always knew this day would come but now
that it actually had, I realized that I wasn't ready for it. How
had life slipped by so fast? It seemed like it was only last
month that Kelly and I first met - in actuality, seven years had
slipped by from the day we both met in Algebra class back in our
Freshman Year at Central High. I sat at the desk next to this
blonde girl, and said "Hi, I'm Lexi". Kelly introduced herself
and proceeded to tell me how much she despised math. We were so
different - Algebra was my favorite class - yet from that first
moment we became friends. Within a week we were best friends - we
vowed we would be lifelong friends.

I spent as much time at Kelly's house as I did my own. Her
parents were like my second set of parents. We became closer than
sisters - soul-mates you could say - sharing everything, all our
secrets - except for maybe one, I would eventually learn. We were
inseparable throughout high school. Even our boyfriends did not
come between us. Kelly never went too far with her boyfriend,
while I was a little wilder than her and had been sexually active
since ninth grade. Kelly always asked lots of questions about
what it was like to actually do it - she was so innocent in many
ways. We were growing into women and the addition of boys in our
lives started us thinking about what our lives would someday be
like. Kelly wanted 6 kids - I wanted 1, but lots of horses. As we
talked about what would eventually be our lives apart, we seemed
to draw closer through the sharing of our dreams.

It was March of our Senior year when Kelly dropped a bomb on me -
she was going to an music college in Colorado. Colorado! That was
over a thousand miles away. I felt like my best friend had just
died! The next three months were miserable. I tried to cut the
ties that had bound Kelly and I together for the past four years,
in an effort to soften the blow. But as I did, I felt I was
cutting my own flesh. This was my closest friend in the world -
she was family to me. It was right after graduation that I told
Kelly I wanted to go to Colorado also. Trying to be the
reasonable one, she told me they didn't have the kind of math
program that NC State did. I explained that I had looked into
their computer science program and it was a respectable program
and I was smart enough that I didn't some upscale university
degree to land any job I wanted. When Kelly realized I meant
business, she finally let loose and and screamed with joy. We
hugged and screamed and giggled together!

We roomed together at college. I dated a lot of different guys
that freshman year, while Kelly met David just before summer
break. Sophomore year life seemed to get more complicated. Real
life was staring Kelly and me right in the face, just two years
away. That summer was a relief as we forgot all about the
pressures of school and what would follow. We just wanted to
enjoy the summer - no cares - no boyfriends (David lived in
Colorado), just the North Carolina shoreline. Kelly's parents had
a two-bedroom beach house right on the Atlantic. Kelly & I spent
most of the summer there. Her folks would come out on weekends.
The two of us were not too motivated to work since we knew we had
the rest of our natural lives to work, so we usually stayed at
the beach house during the week. One weekend Kelly's folks came
out. Kelly had to move out of their room into the room I was
staying in. We had shared a bed before during our sleep overs
back in high school so we thought nothing of sharing one then. I
remember waking up one night and looking over at Kelly sleeping
beside me. She looked so peaceful. I didn't know why but I felt
so content being with her. She was always there for me,
encouraging me, supporting me, cheering me up. We were so
emotionally and spiritually close that I think the physical
closeness just completed something. I think that is why the
thought of her 1000 miles away in Colorado had been so scary to
me. I thought I would also lose the emotional closeness.

This started to change during our Junior year. Kelly and David
had become closer. Even though she had not given her virginity to
David, things seemed to escalate between them. It seemed that
Kelly and I did less together. It was Kelly this time who
appeared to be cutting the ties that bound us so closely. Halfway
through the school year, Kelly hit me with another bombshell -
David asked her to marry him! There was that feeling of loss
again. I tried to feign joy at what was the biggest news Kelly
had ever shared with me, but inside my stomach was in knots.
Kelly had tears of joy in her eyes as she asked me to be her maid
of honor. I began to cry too, but mine were more like tears of
loss. As I tried to accept the reality of things over the next
couple of months, I realized I needed to come to terms with my
own insecurity. I had convinced myself that I could not survive
without Kelly - in reality I hadn't lived much of a life without
her. I guess she was my crutch. I had let myself become dependant
on her. But I also knew I would be truly on my own in just a few
months. Why was life so scary to me?

The wedding was set for June 27th, a Sunday. There was so much
to be done. Kelly's dress was made by her mother-in-law-to-be.
The wedding would be at the beach house overlooking the ocean. We
spent two months planning every detail of that wedding. The
activity seemed to be a healthy distraction for Kelly and I. It
got our minds off the fact that our lives would be parting as we
went on to the next phase of our lives. But alas, the planning
was all done - the hustle and bustle was over - and the wedding
was a week away. That is when reality began to hit once again. I
became depressed. I never realized Kelly might be experiencing
the same fear and sense of loss that I was - until that week. I
went over to Kelly's on Monday to discuss the last detail of her
wedding - her bachelorette party, set for Friday night. Kelly
finally let everything out and burst into tears. I hugged her and
attempted to comfort her, wiping away her tears. We stared into
each other's eyes as thought how ironic this was - here I was
attempting to be strong because my "sister" needed me to be, yet
I wanted to do exactly what she was doing.

As if in an effort to get a lifetime of togetherness into a few
days, Kelly and I spent the whole week together - every waking
hour. We shopped, we dined, we walked , we talked. It was a
special time and we drew closer than ever. At one point Kelly
looked at me and said "we'll be best friends forever - nothing
will ever change that". It was as if she knew what I needed -
reassurance. I felt comforted.

It was Friday and me and the girls had big plans for Kelly. We
were all going to have a blast at this bachelorette party. Five
of us started out at 5 PM with dinner, then it was off to a local
country and western bar. None of us did much dancing but we made
up for it with drinking. I was the designated driver so I limited
my drinking. By 11 PM we had made it to the final destination, an
all male revue. Being the only sober one, I had to laugh at the
spectacle Kelly and especially the other girls were making. Not
being able to get drunk like the others, I was starting to get a
little bored. After a couple of hours everyone decided to call it
a night. I was on the way back to drop Kelly off at her house,
when she asked me to swing by the beach house - she wanted to
make sure her dress was perfect. It was 1 AM and her wedding was
in less than 36 hours so I tried to assure Kelly her dress was
fine and that she should get some sleep. But she insisted that we
go.

We got to the beach house and Kelly showed me her dress. It was
beautiful. She said she was going to put it on to show me. Before
I could tell her not to bother, she disappeared into the
bathroom. It seemed like she had been in there forever - I was
starting to wonder if she had maybe passed out - then the door
opened. "Oh Kelly, it's beautiful!", I exclaimed. She did this
little twirl thing and almost lost her balance. "Do you you like
it", she asked. "David is going to go wild when he sees you in
this", I told her. "But do YOU like it" she responded, apparently
unsatisfied with my prior comment. "Yes - you look beautiful", I
repeated.

Kelly's gaze dropped to the floor. I asked her, "what's wrong".
She said nothing - then began to quietly weep. I walked over to
her and again asked, "Are you alright?" She didn't respond right
away, she just kept looking down. I held her hands and called,
"Kelly?" After a moment, she tipped her head up and stared into
my eyes. More silence, then she said "Before I marry David, I
need to know something. I need to know if there can be any chance
for us?". Before her words registered with me, she leaned to me
and kissed me on the mouth. It was like I had been struck by
lightening - her lips pressed against mine and as I began to
comprehend the reality of what she had just said and done, her
tongue entered my mouth and found my own.

I could not react - I was paralyzed. I just stood there and let
Kelly kiss me. I wasn't trying to kiss back, yet my mouth was
moving and my tongue danced with hers, as my eyes closed. I had
never experienced such a kiss before. Chills ran down my back,
and I felt a tingle in the depths between my legs. Kelly placed
her hand on my breast and a moan escaped my lips into her mouth.
She fondled me through the thin cotton of my blouse, as she
continued to explore my mouth with hers.

Kelly became more aggressive, forcing her hand inside my jeans.
Fear overtook me - this had gone too far. I reached for Kelly's
hand to push her away but my jeans were working to her advantage.
Interpreting my initial lack of resistance as an invitation,
Kelly began to fill up with passion. I didn't want this - I
wasn't into girls - I became horrified at what was happening.
Still, I could feel my wetness soak my panties and the palm of
her hand as Kelly groped me through my panties. To my relief, I
felt her begin to withdraw her hand - but it quickly returned
only this time she had slipped it beneath the waistband of my wet
panties. I could feel the skin of her fingers touch my naked
pussy for the first time. It only took her a moment to find my
now hardened clit and she began to rub it. Mentally I was
fighting what was happening, but all physical resistance had
ceased - and as Kelly sensed this she slipped two fingers inside
of me.

I had known pleasure between my legs before, but for the first
time I had a hunger between my legs. My pussy longed to draw all
of Kelly inside. I needed the release that only she could give me
at that moment. "Please..." was all I could mutter. Kelly brought
out the depths of my femininity as I came on her hand - my orgasm
was powerful and I screamed out of pleasure into her mouth.

Kelly withdrew her fingers from me and pleaded "Make love to me
Lexi", as she lay back on the bed. I'll never forget the look of
her in that wedding gown laying back on the bed calling me to
her. I wanted to run out of the room at that moment - I knew I
should - but I was unable. Part of me felt like I owed her
something - part of me just wanted her. I went to Kelly and laid
on top of her. I kissed her breasts through the lace of her
wedding gown, feeling her nipples become engorged in my mouth and
straining against the thin lace of her bra. I didn't stay there
long, something in me moved me lower between Kelly's legs. I
lifted her dress and brought my face to her panties. I kissed her
and could feel her wetness through the satin. I pulled them down
to her knees and buried my face between her thighs, my lips and
tongue touching another woman's vagina for the first time. As I
tasted Kelly I thought what a strange and intoxicating sensation
it was. She was sweet and her smell excited me.

Though I had no idea of how to proceed, something in me guided
me. I licked Kelly's vulva until her lips were swollen and her
juices began to flow freely. My tongue snaked between her labia
and sought the entrance to her womanhood. Suddenly my head was
filled with the reality of how unnatural this act was - a woman
with another woman. Yet my body was acting on its own now. Those
thoughts fled my mind and I gave myself over this act of lesbian
love. Eager to experience this forbidden sex, I pressed my tongue
as far into Kelly's vagina as I could. She began to yell and then
grabbed the back of my head pulling me deeper inside of her as
she came in my mouth. I continued moving my tongue in and out of
her as I lapped at her juices, swallowing down her sweet nectar.
As Kelly came down I was revelling in the lustfullness of what I
had just done to her.

I wiped my face, quickly shed my jeans and panties and laid down
on top of Kelly, desperate to feel her bare skin on mine. My legs
slipped in between hers and our pussies made contact for the
first time. We were both crying. I kissed her in a long, slow
sensual kiss. Kelly broke the kiss long enough to whisper "I love
you". Then she kissed me again. Almost imperceptibly at first,
our hips began to undulate together as we continued to make out
like two high school lovers, my hand now fondling Kelly's bare
breast. Our slits explored each other, sliding up and down over
each other, mixing our juices together and smearing them over
both our vulvas. The sensation became more intense and found
myself grinding harder into Kelly's crotch. She drew her knees
apart and back which forced her vagina up and into me. I felt my
labia slip in between Kelly's and the natural instinct to fuck
overwhelmed me. I began to buck wildly although it seemed to be
in vain as Kelly didn't possess the usual accessory my pussy was
used to having within it. But Kelly was nearing another climax
and she began to fuck back harder. She started to moan, arched
her back, and lifted her hips up off the bed. This increased the
friction between our two pussies as we rubbed vulva to vulva. A
second later I was sent over the edge as I felt her clit slide
into my vagina. Screaming in ecstasy, I pushed down with all my
weight desperately trying to get her clit deeper inside me. My
own orgasm overlapped Kelly's and I went limp into her arms.
Cherishing in my mind what we had just shared, I looked down at
the most intimate part of our joining. Our bodies were still
tightly fitted together like two matching puzzle pieces. Then I
noticed the mess we had made on her dress - it was covered in
mine and her juices. But I guess we both knew she wouldn't be
needing it anytime soon.

-THE END-

by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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